You finally spot your date approaching from across the room. Her unusual appearance is turning heads. A small black dress. Oily, shiny skin and hair, viscously dripping every now and then. A confident walk. Absolutely enormous knockers. You say hi, and ignore the conspicuously round assets for as long as possible. It's difficult. They squeak when they rub against each other.
At the table you eventually bring it up. You ask if they're real. She laughs. She says that's a weird question. Of course they're real. Things don't stop being real when you fill them up. You remember her profile mentioned a career in science. She must be the pedantic type.
She orders dessert and asks to have it come at the same time as your main course. You're a bit confused by that. She says it'll make sense later, and also to skip dessert yourself.
The date goes well. She smiles the whole way as she helps you back to her place. She went out with two balloons and came back with three.